[Entertainment] Chen Guang

MAMA's reputation for sharing pork has been around since their debut, and it is the only one with such a reputation.

Song Zechen wanted to laugh when he saw the performance playlist discussed with the company. Except for the main song "DNA", the rest of the selections are very good. "MicDrop", "Cypher4", "NotToday" and other songs, without exception, are used to fight back against sunspots.

After the program list was finalized, they threw themselves into intensive training. After several songs, the whole practice room was full of heavy panting with sweat.

Jin Shuozhen held on to the railing used for Lajin, bent over to take a big breath of air, sweat ran down his cheeks, he lifted his bangs, and chatted with Song Zechen next to him: "Zechen, I want to Cut my sister's head off."

"Huh?" Song Zechen hadn't swallowed the mineral water in his mouth, and puffed up his cheeks to express his doubts.

"I want to cut my sister's head." Jin Shuozhen tugged at his bangs in distress, "but Cody won't let me."

Song Zechen finally swallowed the water: "Brother, do you want me to help you?"

"Huh?" This time it was Jin Shuozhen's turn to ask back.

"Let's go." Song Zechen wiped off his sweat, took Jin Shuozhen's hand, and pulled away Jin Taejun, who was relaxing and entertaining himself in the rap, "Brother Taejo, there is something that needs you more than rap. "

The three of them came to the employees of the company frankly under the leadership of Song Zechen. Song Zechen quietly poked Jin Shuozhen's waist and motioned him to repeat his request.

Jin Shuo really didn't know why, but obediently followed what his younger brother said. In his eyes, if Song Zechen had a way, he would be more reliable than anyone else: "Sister, I want to cut my sister's head."

Song Zechen patted Jin Taejin's waist to hint at something, and then said, "Sister, I want to cut my hair."

With years of getting along with each other, Kim Tae-joo comprehended and agreed with a smile: "Sister, I want to grow long hair."

Mr. Lu Xun, who was far away in China, once said such a useful personal test: "If the room is too dark, you must open a window here, and everyone will not allow it, but if you propose to remove the roof, then they are willing." The window is open."

From the very beginning, the staff members who had an ominous feeling when they saw these three coming hand in hand, rubbed their temples with a headache after listening to the demands of the three, and voted "I hate you" to Song Zechen who knew the source of the crime at a glance. Gaze, took a deep breath and turned to Jin Shuozhen in humiliation: "Okay, Shuozhen can cut his bangs."

Anyone who knows how to choose between a small cut, short cut and long hair.

Satisfied with his goal, Song Zechen left with his two elder brothers, and stayed with the staff, gnashing their teeth.

But a man's heart is always fickle.

When Jin Shuozhen covered the head of his younger sister with a mournful face, and lay on Song Zechen's back coquettishly crying, Song Zechen helplessly held the other's hand: "Brother..."

"Zechen, I don't want to go to the red carpet anymore, I don't want to go to the mama performance." Jin Shuozhen continued to wail, buried his face in Song Zechen's back and refused to look up.

"Brother, you are very handsome, don't be unhappy."

Jin Shuozhen, who got his wish, found that the effect was completely different from what he expected after cutting his hair. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself in the mirror with unbelievably wide eyes, but he no longer felt embarrassed to say anything to Cody. After all, it was his own strength. Require.So he flew into Song Zechen's arms for comfort.

"Brother, you're really handsome. You're our face, face, show off your confidence, okay?"

"Oh..." Although Jin Shuozhen got some comfort, he still put himself on Song Zechen's back in a low mood, "I don't want to go to MAMA or MMA, it's annoying for no reason."

"To be precise, I just want to perform for Ami. Can I skip the awards ceremony?" He made up his mind to play tricks on Song Zechen today, and his mouth was so full that he could hang a small oil bottle, "It's so boring."

Hearing this, Song Zechen paused at the tip of his pen, and was stunned for a moment: "I'll just go and show everyone how good-looking our big brother is, so let's go with this idea in mind."

"You're right, even though my younger sister's head has ruined my charm a bit." Jin Shuozhen used the top edge of his pinky fingernail to show how much a little bit is, "but the whole thing can't change my worldwide handsomeness."

"Okay, okay." Song Zechen accepted his brother's acting like a baby with a smile.

During the MAMA red carpet interview that day, Jin Shuozhen was still arguing about his hairstyle, and Chanel, who had been muttering all the time, was abruptly pulled down by his abhorred younger sister.

But at the scene, after several songs were skipped, no one had the leisure to take care of their own image, and they were suffocated as if they were slowly sucking out the air in the cabin due to exhaustion.

Especially in "MicDrop", Song Zechen obviously felt that his feet were deliberately heavy on the ground, because he was worried that the dance would not be able to show enough strength due to loss of strength.The shirt in the suit behind him was completely wet with sweat, and the sweat blocked by the forehead near the bangs slid down his cheeks.

During the last dancebreak, a flying body jumped out, and all the members waved to end the music.

Song Zechen caught a glimpse of Tian Zhengguo clutching his abdomen in pain from the corner of his eye. Although he wanted to help his body, he couldn't do anything. He noticed that the staff next to him helped Tian Zhengguo, so he made up his mind.

The others were not much better either. To use an ugly metaphor, they were all in a mess like dogs in the water.

"Congratulations." When leaving the stage and returning to the artist area, Song Zechen raised a smiling face to the friends he met and quickly expressed his congratulations.

Jiang Daniel didn't answer, but hugged him quietly for a while so that he could have a rest: "Take a good rest, I'll contact you when I get back."

But there was no chance to rest at all. As soon as they sat down on the stools, they were quickly called up by the organizer to wait for the stage.

The big and small performances are over, and the awards ceremony has come to an end, waiting for several big awards to come out.

Quite boring.

Song Zechen actually agrees with Jin Shuozhen's thoughts in his heart. Last year, he won the annual arts and was chased and scolded by the whole network for a whole year.It is not clear what award will be won this year, but in short, stakeholders can fight to the death.They respect every award that they and their fans have worked together, but they are tired of the interest exchange behind them and the endless disputes afterwards, and they will occasionally break the jar and leave.

Especially when all the members around me couldn't help panting heavily to get fresh air to speed up the fuel supply in the body, and when the hand to open the mineral water couldn't even use the strength.

Next is the annual awards.

BTS.

Song Zechen sat on the chair and smiled knowingly, a drop of sweat that slipped from his wet forehead accidentally flowed into his eyes, which made his eyes scarlet, boundless blood smudged, and he closed his eyes subconsciously. There seemed to be a black hole swallowing in his eyes, eating away all the emotions in his heart.

His whole body ended his life on the stage like an explosion, his life was quickly consumed like a firework, and the flood flooded his senses like a beast, only the twitching pain in his heart reminded him that he still existed as a living body .

Kim Nam Joon stood up and motioned for them to form a circle, embracing each other like they did countless times before going on stage or after winning awards.

But it seems something is different.

They were all exhausted, staggering, and embarrassed. They did not hesitate to distribute the weight of their bodies to those around them to barely stand still, but it was strange that they maintained a delicate sense of balance.

Completely isolated from the noisy crowd and noisy sound waves, the small circle they formed was filled with the sound of overwhelmed breathing, one by one, as if the spaceship was burning out of fuel, the hollow core was extremely hot, too hot The temperature made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.Whether it is wandering in the universe or advancing towards the destination, it seems that they are the only ones left at this moment, and they are the only reliance on each other.

Song Zechen had never been so broken when the old practice came to speak on stage. He desperately held on to the stairs and dragged himself onto the awards stage.When walking on flat ground, the legs were stiff, and the bones of the whole body were like a malfunctioning old machine, and painful wailing came from the cracks.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he is still tall and handsome, with a calm and breezy appearance.

If you ignore his slightly trembling hands.

When Jin Nanjun finally passed the microphone to Song Zechen, he was afraid that everyone would see him as a clue, so he controlled his breath, and finished speaking briefly and smoothly:

"Thank you, Ami, really really thank you very much."

Step off the stage and meet with the company staff.

Min Yunqi asked Jin Nanjun in a low voice, "Let's go?"

Jin Nanjun glanced at the seat of the honored guest and lost interest: "Let's go directly."

After confirming that he had disappeared from the sight of all the audience, Song Zechen finally couldn't hold back and let go of his hand holding the wall and knelt down on the ground.

The crisp sound of bones colliding with the floor made people's hearts skip a beat.

"Ze Chen!" Park Jimin exclaimed.

"It's okay." Song Zechen's bangs blocked his eyes, "I just didn't have the strength to leave, there are no other problems, don't worry."

Only during this pause, the other people bent over, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, looking overwhelmed to the point of collapse.

The staff hurriedly stepped forward to help them up, and when they touched Song Zechen's palm, they were taken aback by the bone-piercing coolness, and only after a few seconds did they forcefully support him, sighing silently in their hearts.

December 12st, Hong Kong MAMA, Annual Arts.

December 12nd, Seoul MMA, New Year's Song.

The days went by so fast, and when he regained his senses and looked back, the red pen in Song Zechen's hand stayed on the calendar for a long time, and for the first time he lost interest in recording.

He lightly tapped the tip of the red marker pen on the blank space of the paper, and the red imprint quickly spread on the rough paper, like blood dripping into the bathtub, occupying the brightness of sight in the form of weeds growing wildly.

If you stare at the red patch for too long, you will feel that the whole environment around you becomes horrible.

Scared of blood.His mind is filled with the image of the dark sky before the end, and the whole world is playing the last trailer before it falls apart.

When did it start?

Maybe it was Min Yoon-ki's inexplicable crying a long time ago, maybe it was Kim Nam-joon's frowning, maybe it was the long night that became a burden, maybe it was because of his physical condition at the end of the battle, maybe it was a suicide-like death schedule, maybe it was the unrest that broke out at the end of the year .

Perhaps it was the short message sent by Fang Shihe from the mobile phone at this moment:

"I have something to tell you."